Right...so, I rented a car. The insurance covers it but they didn't have anything in stock except a very large pick-up truck. Whoo hoo 2x! I feel like a fuckin man in this beast of a car. "Oooo like a rock!" It's brand new and HUGE. So now if someone hits me...they just die, instead of wreckin me. Unless a mac truck hits me, which I may be do for next. Christ...it never ends, but it's all good. It's supposed to snow. I am quite upset. Christmas is depressing...it's such a comercial media fuck that no one even looks at the meaning of it anymore. Not that it's been genuine really in my lifetime at all. It's all about money and shite. Reguardless, it gives me a good excuse to sit on Santi Claus' lap and whisper naughty ditties in his ear at the local mall. Heh heh. 
did i ever tell you my fantasy about santa? haha